Sylas looked at Hell deeply.
Was that really the only reason? He couldn't see another reason why Hell would do something like this.
That piece of ore wasn't normal. If it was just about size, Sylas could have probably chopped off something from the bottom of the mountain. But that ore was pure and pristine in the most perfect of ways. It was the truest essence of what could be taken from the mountain.
There was no doubt that it was extraordinarily valuable.
Sylas could see it in the depths of Hell's eyes. He was telling the truth.
His path was one that a lot of people looked down on. Whether it was because of his cooperation with Demons or his eating of flesh, all people felt was disgust.
However, Sylas didn't care what the Hell path was. He felt no worse about Hell than he did Heaven or Fathomless.
All three of them were in his way, and he would deal with all three the same way should they choose to stand against him instead of with him.
